One person's anxiety can easily infect the people around him. However, if one of them can handle it calmly and calmly, he can stop the spread of anxiety and make others calm and calm.
Jiang Yichen dealt with the five black-robed monks, but it was not necessarily easier than Leng Mei. Hearing the anxiety and uneasiness in Leng Mei's words, he understood that what she needed was to calm down, and what he needed to do was to be calmer than her.
"The formation must have an eye. Just find it and break it. It's a human being, not a ghost. There must be a flaw. If you find a flaw, you can kill it."
Jiang Yichen's thinking was clear. Under his influence, Leng Mei calmed down a little and gave the answer, "The formation eyes are these monks. As long as they can kill six to seven or three thirds, the formation will be broken."
"What are the flaws of these monks?" Jiang Yichen asked.
After hearing this, Leng Mei had an idea and used Open Door Displacement multiple times, spinning more than a dozen people around in the enemy's formation.
Until there was only one black-robed monk left in front of her.
The other twelve black-robed monks were three feet away from her.
She must find the flaw in the monk's copper-iron body before they attack him.
Ding, clang, clank!
Although the sun has set in the west and the moon is not high in the sky, the silver-white double-thorn Hangong Zhigui in Leng Mei's hand still shines brightly in the dark night, jumping and moving like an elf between her fingers and wrists. In just a moment, the scene is in front of her. The black-robed monk was hit no less than dozens of times.
"It's not right on the forehead, not on the neck, not on the mouth, nose, eyes and ears, nor on the chest, ribs, waist, or abdomen."
The flaws in the bronze and iron bodies of these black-robed monks, if not different, should be the same. Leng Mei's offensive was like a storm, and she spoke eloquently, telling Jiang Yichen the situation of the test immediately. Follow along and try.
While Jiang Yichen was dodging and parrying, he was waiting for an opportunity to counterattack. If the result of his test was the same as Leng Mei's, it would mean that the flaws in the eighteen monks were most likely the same, and if he could break one of them, he could break the others. eighteen.
Only a muffled hum was heard. Although it was subtle, it could not escape Leng Mei's ears.
And there was also a touch of bright red on her thorns.
"Underarm!" Leng Mei blurted out, and at the same time opened her bow left and right, stabbing the monk's armpit with her double thorns again.
Poof!
Finally, what was heard was no longer the sound of the collision of copper and iron blades.
The double thorns penetrated the flesh in response, and the copper, iron and gold body were broken.
But this armpit seemed to be the monk's life gate. After the successful attack, the monk in front of him no longer had any chance of life.
As the double thorns were pulled out, the black-robed monk fell straight back.
Without giving Leng Mei any more time to observe or take a breath, the killing moves of the other twelve monks had arrived.
Splitting sticks falling from the sky, sweeping sticks thrown from the left and right sides, lifting sticks from bottom to top, twelve black shadows came from eight directions, completely blocking all her escape routes. This was the one who died earlier The monk bought them the murderous intention.
There are only two ways left for Leng Mei.
One way is to resist the twelve sticks, be smashed to pieces, and become paralyzed.
Another way is to use Jingxiao Gap to resolve the immediate danger.
However, although a sudden escape allowed her to completely avoid this fatal situation and even kill the three people on the opposite side, she could not guarantee that after successively displaying such domineering footwork, she would be able to deal with the excessive force of transcending the constraints of nature again. Will your body be able to bear the pressure of external forces? Will it temporarily lose its fighting strength and fall into crisis again?
Can you safely leave the rest to that boy?
The twelve men in black robes did not allow Leng Mei to deliberate for too long. In their eyes, Leng Mei had nowhere to hide and was bound to be defeated.
Ji Qianlin also saw Leng Mei's situation, and she really wanted to know if Leng Mei could still come up with any tricks in such a desperate situation.
Twelve sticks came together, overwhelming the sky and the earth.
In the electric light and stone fire, only a bright moonlight could be seen, which looked abrupt among the flickering Buddha light.
Ji Qianlin narrowed her eyes, trying to see the details of the fight. However, when the moonlight appeared, her eyes blinked unconsciously.
Then, all she could see were nine black shadows that were still standing on the ground and a white shadow that was two or three feet away from them and seemed a bit erratic.
The result is clear at a glance. Leng Mei is indeed extraordinary. She not only escaped death but also killed three people. However, she also paid a certain price. What happened in that blink of an eye no longer seems important. What is important is that Leng Mei
Once injured, the two prey in the demon-subduing formation should be captured without hesitation.
Leng Mei was indeed injured.
Internal injuries that damage the internal organs.
The move that goes beyond the laws of nature goes against the will of nature. It only takes half a day. Using it twice is the limit. The third time you will injure the enemy by 1,000 and damage yourself by 800.
The first patch of cherry red on my body was coughed up by myself.
At this moment, she was unable to fight any more. She held her hands on her chest and landed on one knee. While she was calming her inner breath and recuperating her injuries, she moved her gaze towards Jiang Yichen.
I saw the young man with his hair disheveled, rushing towards him like a shooting star.
There are three figures behind him.
There was blood on the corner of his mouth.
Just five black-robed monks were too much for him to deal with. Although he had killed two of them, now he had to face twice as many opponents.
However, there was no timidity at all on that slightly childish face, but rather the perseverance to take on everything without hesitation.
Jiang Yichen could already guess a little bit about Leng Mei's situation. There must be taboos in using the unique footwork such as "Jinghong Gap", and if you do it too much, you will hurt yourself.
"Miss Leng, I'm afraid you will end up being a pair of mandarin ducks with me today."
Perhaps in order to ease the tense atmosphere, the young man used his untimely glib words to take advantage of the situation.
After hearing the words, Leng Mei's heart trembled slightly.
Since she began to be trained as a killer, her life has almost been occupied by cold corpses. She has always been able to only look at each other in pairs under the moon at night. She often forgets that she is still a person, not a human being.
An emotionless killing tool.
In this critical moment, having others to accompany me may be a gift from God.
"Okay." Leng Mei naturally did not say these two words, and only she could hear them.
With people around him to take care of, Jiang Yichen could only use what he had learned without reservation. He could not take too much care of the rest, so he could only choose to move forward and fight hard.
Leng Mei's Han Palace won the title, one was used by Jiang Yichen to set up the Scenery Gate to increase his own combat power, and the other was used to set up the Ximen Gate, creating a wind wall to protect Leng Mei within it.
The remaining twelve black-robed monks attacked Jiang Yichen again as if they were dealing with Leng Mei.
Jiang Yichen released the extremely cold energy sealed in the acupuncture points all over his body and circulated the frost and snow energy to the extreme. He would not be surprised and could only use his own method to break the situation.
The wounds of the Heavenly Sword appeared at the moment when the twelve black shadows were less than one foot away from him, the extremely cold breath of the sky and the ground combined with the sword energy blocking the acupuncture points appeared like ice lotus, breaking into the invulnerable copper and iron bodies.
The black-robed monks were not injured, but their bodies were all sluggish. Although it only lasted for a moment, it was enough for Jiang Yichen's sword to pierce the armpits of two of them.
On an autumn night, the moon hangs high, and under the moon, the shadows of swords are chaotic.
The night is cold, the shadows are solitary, and life and death are with us.
At the moment when the cold air burst out, Leng Mei felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. This biting coldness was so gentle and heart-warming. The water-based skill Fan Jiang Jue in her body seemed to resonate, and it started to work on its own to replenish the sea of qi.
Then he triggered the wood-based skill Changchun Jue, which also accelerated the recovery of the injuries in his body.
This scene seemed familiar, as if it was on a rainy night that the two internal skills he had practiced broke through the extreme realm and reached their peak.
Bang!
The sound of swords and sticks clashing interrupted Leng Mei's thoughts.
There were ten more black-robed monks in front of him, but the sword in Jiang Yichen's hand was no longer firm and looked trembling.
He had received countless blows with sticks and sticks on his body. Even though he had internal energy to protect his body from breaking his muscles and bones, he was still bruised everywhere, and the pain made him numb and made him tremble.
Although the demon-conquering formation was broken, he and Leng Mei seemed unable to escape from it.
"Kill the little sister and keep the little brother." Ji Qianlin, who had been watching the battle for a long time, instructed the black-robed monk. There seemed to be a hint of jealousy in her words. She didn't care about the casualties of the eight people, just like the remaining ten.
Just like a black-robed monk, he doesn't cause any trouble.
"The young lady is dead, I will go with her." Jiang Yichen refused to let Ji Qianlin get his wish.
"Brother, please don't make a toast if you don't eat it." Ji Qianlin smiled, but it was cruel.
"The mosquitoes and flies are noisy in the moonlit night, which scares and annoys me. I propose a toast and fine wine, and I pour myself a drink and get drunk." Lazy words tore through the night of Xiaofeng Mountain.
The voice was strong and deep, and it sounded like this person's martial arts skills could only be matched by the combined efforts of everyone present.
Who is coming?
Friend or foe?
"Which brother is hiding in the secret? Why don't you come out and listen to the song "Farewell to the Young Lady" with the slave family? I will immediately apologize with wine." Ji Qianlin did not hear the source of the voice, and looked around but found nothing.
"Beyond the mountains, there are buildings outside the mountains, and there is a fairy in the wine. If I don't live my life for fame, power and money, the world will laugh at me, but I have no hatred."
The lazy voice sounded again, and Jiang Yichen sounded somewhat familiar, while Ji Qianlin seemed to understand the poem, and said in surprise: "He is as addicted to wine as his life, and has no hatred under the sword. Sword Immortal Li Jiechen?"